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He feels like a trainee all over again, the weight of Harry’s disappointment pressing down on his shoulders the instant he slides into the car. Ducking his head probably does little to hide the cut just above his right brow, but Eggsy does it anyway, avoiding the elder’s gaze. 

       Eggsy had a split second to react as Harry collapsed, and the young man caught his head in his arm and supported his back with his hands as they both sank to the floor with the majority of the other man’s weight in his lap; he was too tall, too heavy for him to hold upright, but he could prevent him from colliding with it by going down with him. “Harry! Harry...” Brows furrowed, concern squinting the lids around his green eyes.

         Fingers combed his hair back from his forehead as he held him, his palm sliding down to his cheek as Harry laid his exhausted head against his arm. “You don’t have to apologize to me, just relax.”

KASKAR RAMPART OIL RIG, BERING SEA; 1989

If you wanted to keep secrets and tech locked down, the middle of the Bering Sea was a good place to do it. Locked in sea ice for half the year, and barely accessible anyway for the rest of the year, it didn't surprise him that wayward technology had ended up there. The scanner didn't lie. The kind of radioactive spikes it had picked up only came off one thing, and it sure as hell didn't belong on 20th century Earth.

From the second he'd set foot on the rig, it was clear he wasn't alone. What he was looking for didn't shoot security between the eyes. Jack scrambled every frequency he could before he began picking his way through, towards the interior.

"Local or just passing through?" He questioned lightly, leveling his pistol at the back of the man's head as he rounded a corner.

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Character in general: I love him so much, he must be protected. He is such a gentleman, but he can absolutely destroy a room full of thugs (or a church full of racist homophobes). Harry is Kingsman’s real treasure.How they play them: Is this the real Harry Hart? Because I think so. You should definitely be following. Amazing writer, amazing Harry. Just perfect all around. I really cannot gush enough about this Harry.The Mun: I ADORE the mun, they are all around the best. Fun to talk to, plot with, share headcanons and ship songs with. Always approachable and just absolutely brilliant. <333

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RP with them:  OH YES.Want to RP with them:  FOREVER, PLEASE.

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Overall Opinion: The quality of this mun and their character, it really does not get better than this. You should definitely be following them if you are not already! I love them and our plots and just ASKDFKLAJSDFHJKHASDF

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It never got easier. Not ever. It still always hurt. He could already feel the pull of the cold and dark, trying to reel him in and push him under. It wouldn't be any easier when he woke, either. Dragged over the coals of revival, like swallowing crushed glass.

Even so, he breathed a rough laugh that turned into a wince as he pulled up.

"We both know I'm not going to get that far." Jack answered calmly, point blank refusing to move any further. He'd bounce back, but Harry wouldn't. Death was a bitch like that.

The clean up after Valentine's little attempt at an apocalypse had been a nightmare. Cardiff had been hit particularly hard, but six months later it was well and truly back to business as usual.

Another one bites the dust, the wayward Weevil had been bagged and tagged to be put somewhere a little less dangerous than an art gallery. And walking back through the empty building, he had time to think. People died, especially people who actively put themselves in lines of fire.

Still.